Anon Blush Blush Novels & Stories

she's always smiling. She starts with concealer, expertly dabbing and blending until the dark circles under my eyes vanish like smoke. Then comes the foundation, light but with a dewy glow, and a soft blush that brings color back to my cheeks. She shapes my eyebrows with swift strokes, Then she tackles my eyelids with warm bronze tones, smoked just enough to draw attention to my eyes. Finally, mascara and a sweep of berry red across my lips. I barely recognize myself when I open my eyes.

Finally, she curled my lashes and applied a few coats of mascara to add length and volume. With my eyes done, she moved onto my cheeks. She reached for a rosy blush and swept it onto the apples of my cheeks, blending it towards my temples for a natural flush. She then applied a soft highlighter to the high points of my face, giving me a subtle glow. She finished off my makeup look with a swipe of nude lipstick, a perfect match for my outfit.

At this moment, she could already imagine two scratch marks on her face left from Zayne’s scraping. "Zayne Severe, who gave you permission to touch my face?" Angeline was furious. She was terrified of putting on makeup, especially the part where she had to put on the honey. It was a huge waste of time because she had to apply a thick layer and even it out as well. Despite that, there was sheep placenta extract added to the foundation, which would make her look even more beautiful. Zayne apologized immediately. "I'm sorry." Angeline darted him a helpless look but did not bash him up.

“Are you sure?” “very sure, check, I’ve just sent it” I hang up and fall to my butt on the bed immediately clicking on the video, then I rushed toward the vanity opening and closing drawers when the woman starts listing the items needed for the soft glam look. Thankfully there were only eight and I knew how to use each, they none complicated ways though because I have seen Hannah use different shades of concealer to make her nose appear thinner by contouring. I watch the video all through first and then get started on the second round. Pausing and replaying every few seconds then mimicking each process. Hannah was right it was easy enough and I was amazed by what a little concealer, blush, a

She applied the last detail of her makeup, a fruity scented lip balm. Smacking her lips together, Zeenah gazed at her reflection in the large mirror before her. She was wearing a peach Ankara with flowery touches of black, and she wondered why in the world she had bothered about details like that, why she was actually wearing clothes with the color he had suggested. Wasn't she supposed to say no? Or maybe, refuse to follow his command and wear what she wants? But, who was she kidding, she definitely does want to see his expression when he actually sees she was wearing what he had asked.

She did a nice bun, which was complicated to understand how she did it but it was beautiful. The next was makeup. She did all that thing which is used to do the base before going on the blush part. For blush she went for the shades of light peachy and soft corals as red or bright colors would look mismatched. For eye makeup she choosed blue mettallic eye look. For lips she again took corally and peachy pink. "How do I look?" I asked her when she was done with me. "Looking bootylicious babe, Aryan will have to fight all those men at the party who will eye you. "

Annabeth then applied powder upon her face before fixing her eyebrows, eye shadow, fake eyelashes, eyeliner, blush, highlight, contour, and finally putting on some lipstick. Being next to Josh all the time, she had gotten a good understanding from those makeup artists on how to do it well… Within twenty minutes, Annabeth looked like a completely different person. She had chosen an orange shade for the eyeshadow, while she chose the same color for the blush. The lipstick she used was a slightly reddish-orange. Due to the appropriate amount of contouring, her facial features instantly looked three-dimensional. Annabeth had transformed from an ordinary person to a glowing beauty.

I asked, a hint of feigned annoyance on my breath. "Wear this!" She squealed, placing a wine red lip stain in my hand. I promised her I'd try, brushing off the colour I'd already put on, spreading the deep colour across my lips. She had an eye for this stuff, it complimented my pale skin and rosy cheeks and made my eyes pop. I smiled approvingly, and she let out an excited squeak, "Oh I knew it was perfect! Okay. I'm going to get dressed. You absolutely HAVE to tell me if I look cute. It's life or death!"

He pulled the zip of my dress to its supposed point and turn my chair, making my body size fit in between his chest and his chiseled face over pine. He smelt like vanilla scooped in lavender, his eyes studied my facial structure and here we have Ansel Greene, the young billionaire contouring and highlighting my face . Having him so close caused a tension in my blood stream and my heart raced so much. His eyes glued to what ever magic he was doing while I had to stare at his perfect facial structure. Something I have never done,look him straight in his dark eyes but my eyes kept it focus at his while he applied a mild blush.

On the table were the treasures: A shiny gold tube of lipstick. A small black palette with colors like pink, brown, and glittering silver. A fluffy powder brush. A round container of blush. Lucien opened the palette, his little fingers clumsy but gentle. He picked the shimmery silver shade and dragged it across his eyelids with his fingertip, giggling softly when it left a bright sparkle. Then his eyes fell on the lipstick.